The journey is far, you guess And possibly arduous You just couldn’t care less ‘Cause the prize is worth the test
I might be self-absorbed But I’m not selfish I work on Myself Because that’s the best way For Me to help Us
I lived today. I breathed. I moved. I was. I hope I helped.
You say you’re broken I see pieces made to fit You say you don’t know I see the truth hidden in it Hidden in You
Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings
Agile Mobile Versatile Tactile Virile
One reason I know Our love is first rate, We don’t have to talk To communicate.
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
Hannah Banana With the flower bandana Look at your garden grow With tender leaves And shoots of peas
I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less
Powdered salt snowflakes Dusted on stubborn dead leaves Life’s perfect white noise
I can blend seamlessly Because I find parts of me In ev’ryone I see
Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight
Flesh of my flesh Bone of my bone Please hear your partner In all his earnest If you are willing
I don’t sense much about the futur… I don’t remember a lot about the p… All I know is this blessed presen… A gift that too shall pass